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THE BIBLE IS NOT ENOUGH
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, March 3, 2026 – I love the Bible. I’ve written here and here and elsewhere how important the Bible is to me. I carry one with me wherever I go, and at home I’m surrounded by them. I favor the King James version, though I’m open to other translations.
But the Bible alone is not enough. The Bible alone can’t take you where you need to go. Just before he went Home, Jesus told his followers that there were so many more things he needed to say to them, but they weren’t ready to hear them yet. So he promised he’d send God’s Spirit of Truth to teach them when they were ready.
Jesus’ promise to his early followers is also his promise to us. Jesus didn’t say to make an idol of God’s written Word and bow down to it as the sole authority. No; he never once said that. He himself contradicted the Old Testament on occasion, such as when he overrode Moses’ permission on granting divorces or when he directed us to love our enemies rather than to curse them. This wasn’t just a radical reinterpretation of accepted scripture; it was a whole new Word.
Those of us who are genuinely bornagain are still being taught by God’s Spirit of Truth. This was Jesus’ promise to us, his followers, and Jesus never breaks his promises. Still, there are those who claim that private revelation must accord with scripture, and if it doesn’t, it’s not from God. What would those same people say about Jesus’ private revelations forming the basis for the Gospel, seeing how in so many instances those revelations defied scripture?
We are constantly being taught by God through his Spirit of Truth. We are directed by God, informed by God, cautioned by God, chastised by God, humored by God, and most of all loved by God, all through his Spirit, as promised by Jesus. We all received a measure of God’s Spirit at our rebirth, and it is through this Spirit residing in us that we’re able to receive God’s revelations, which are actually just God’s teachings, which are actually just God talking to us, one-on-one, as our Father, as any loving father would talk one-on-one to his beloved child. Each of us receives God’s words according to our individual abilities at any given time, just as Jesus promised.
As I said, I love the Bible and I enjoy reading it every day. But I love my one-on-one time with God more. I cherish his private revelations to me just as much as I cherish his public ones in scripture. In some cases, I cherish the private revelations more because they’re so deeply personal and show God’s overwhelming love for me. Some of these revelations I share; most of them I don’t, depending on God’s guidance. Jesus shared some things publicly, other things he shared privately (among his disciples and friends), and some things he didn’t share at all but kept them just between him and God. Jesus promised us we’d have that same intimacy with God—the same access to private revelation—when the time came.
Thank God it’s come.
I love the Bible, but the Bible alone is not enough.
I love God’s Word, but I love God more.
LET THERE BE ART!
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, February 18, 2026 – That moment when you realize that Jesus was an actor and God’s Word his script…. All prophets of God are actors. They don’t speak their own words; if they did, they wouldn’t be God’s prophets.
This is actually good news within the Good News, because if prophets are actors and actors are artists, preaching venue options are almost limitless. Even better, since artists are getting a free pass these days when it comes to offending audiences, we wouldn’t have to worry about being shut down for being offensive. The more provocative the art, the more “edgy” and “artistic” it is (allegedly). So let’s provoke with God’s Word! Let’s offend with the Truth! Let’s get our audiences howling with rage over prophecy! We are, after all, highly dedicated artists. It’s our duty to push the artistic envelope.
Imagine if art galleries and performance spaces were secretly reimagined as pop-up pulpits. Imagine if in between the “To be or not to be” and a Harold Pinter monologue we sprinkled in a few verses from Matthew or slipped in a psalm. And if we offended anyone by doing so – so much the better! Art, remember, is meant to be provocative. It’s meant to spark debate.
Imagine if an art installation were nothing but words from the Bible, presented and arranged “artistically”. Imagine God’s Word in every language of the world, stylized in 8 to 800-point multicolor multi-type font and filling an entire exhibition space from floor to ceiling (including the floors and ceilings [and doors!]). But we don’t only have to imagine it – we can do it, if we call it “art” (and maybe even get a government grant to fund it lol ;D).
Artists have been co-opting God’s Word into their art for millennia. Think Michelangelo. Think the German passion plays. Think the highly theatrical stations of the cross. Only in the most recent of instances has God’s Word suffered mainly derogatory inclusions and adaptations. But I say what’s good for the goose is good for the gander: If it’s fair game nowadays to co-opt God’s Word in a negative way, then let’s re-imagine Hamlet as a prophet of God. Let’s script Snow White as a persecuted Mary Magdalene and the dwarves as new converts. And if anyone’s offended by the adaptations – so much the better! Art, remember, is meant to offend.
The best part of all this (besides the possibility of reaching a massive new audience) is that artists are rarely arrested for being offensive. Art exhibitions are rarely shut down because someone’s nose is out of joint. Preachers, however, can be shut down, can be limited in where they preach, can be arrested for “hate speech” and being offensive. So let’s rebrand our preachers as artists (not “Christian artists”, just artists) and let our artists ply their trade wheresoever they will.
It was trendy a while back to “Christianize” the lyrics of popular tunes. Let’s Christianize public and private spaces again under the guise of art.
WE NEED A PANDEMIC
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, February 17, 2026 – We pray wrong. We see a drought and pray for rain. We see a broken nation and pray for healing. We see ungodly people doing ungodly things, and we pray for God to forgive them. But what we should be praying for is an outbreak of righteousness, an epidemic of doing good, a pandemic of people choosing what’s right in God’s eyes, even when it flies in the face of what the world thinks is right. At the same time, we need to pray for God to strengthen us to levels he hasn’t strengthened us before, so that we can persistently and under every circumstance model godliness, model godliness, model godliness, until it spreads like a holy contagion to everyone around us.
We need a pandemic of godliness.
You can’t change God’s justice. You can’t call for a review of God’s terms just because you don’t like them. God sent Jonah to warn the Ninevites that their city would be destroyed in 40 days. When the King of Nineveh heard Jonah, he didn’t ignore him or mock him. He didn’t try to silence him. He didn’t threaten to arrest him for hate speech or for creating a public disturbance. No, the King responded by instituting a nation-wide emergency. All Ninevites were to drop whatever they were doing and immediately sit in sackcloth and ashes, including their animals. And they were to fast until the king told them to stop. No arguments and no exceptions. They couldn’t even drink water. The King believed that if Nineveh did this, God might change his mind about destroying them.
Note that the King didn’t simply pray to God to forgive the Ninevites’ sins. Nor did he curse God for the threatened destruction. He instead took the most drastic godly action possible and used his authority to make sure that everyone else did. “But, Charlotte”, you might be thinking, “People today aren’t going to this. They’re not going to stop whatever they’re doing and go along with whatever the government or other authority tells them to do.” You might be surprised. During the last “pandemic”, whole populations stopped whatever they were doing and donned masks. Whole populations obediently stood six feet apart. Entire industries were shut down, schools and businesses were shuttered, people self-isolated at home – some welded in from the outside – until they were given permission to leave. Whole populations complied with the most drastic of decrees without question. And they did all this for months – even years – because they were afraid to catch a cold. You’d be surprised at what people can be persuaded to do under the right authority.
When God saw the Ninevites’ collective show of repentance, he called off the planned destruction. Note that God’s justice didn’t change; the Ninevites changed, and in changing their behavior, they changed their due reward.
All nations today are on the fast-track to destruction. We need a pandemic of godly behavior to stop the destruction or at the very least to delay it. Praying for God to forgive us and save us is not going to cut it this time. Like Nineveh, it’s too late and we’re too far gone. We need instead to pray for people to make godly choices – to choose what’s right in God’s eyes. And we need to pray this prayer while making godly choices ourselves, every day, all day, without exception. Our prayers will only have authority if we ourselves model what we’re praying for.
We urgently need a pandemic of godliness. It begins with localized outbreaks of making good choices.
Let’s get that pandemic started now!
So the people of Nineveh believed God, and proclaimed a fast, and put on sackcloth, from the greatest of them even to the least of them. For word came unto the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, and he laid his robe from him, and covered him with sackcloth, and sat in ashes. And he caused it to be proclaimed and published through Nineveh by the decree of the king and his nobles, saying, Let neither man nor beast, herd nor flock, taste any thing: let them not feed, nor drink water: But let man and beast be covered with sackcloth, and cry mightily unto God: yea, let them turn every one from his evil way, and from the violence that is in their hands. Who can tell if God will turn and repent, and turn away from his fierce anger, that we perish not? And God saw their works, that they turned from their evil way; and God repented of the evil, that he had said that he would do unto them; and he did it not.
(Jonah 3:5-10)
GOOD BONES
By landing the quad axel, [Ilia] Malinin may have maxed out the boundaries of human performance. Most sports scientists agree that the speed and amplitude necessary for five-revolution jumps truly is impossible…. 1
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, February 16, 2026 – I loved figure skating when I was a kid. I was no “contender” (as Marlon Brando famously put it2), but I loved skating nonetheless. I took it up again briefly a few years ago as an enthusiastic adult. Still no contender, but men would occasionally follow me around the arena and ask me to teach their kids (lol).
I finally had to give up skating altogether following an unrelated knee injury. Resigned to being sidelined at arenas for the rest of my time on Earth, I still love to watch figure skaters and to dream about when I’ll be skating again in Heaven. Really skating. Contender-level skating.
I was watching a video of Ilia Malinin a few weeks ago, marveling at his jumps (especially his trademark quadruple axel), when God told me I’ll be able to do that and more – at least ten revolutions – in Heaven. Surprised at his comment, I asked God if that’s because it’s Heaven and everything’s possible in Heaven. And he said no, there are still limits in Heaven and I’d still have to learn how to skate properly; I wouldn’t arrive in Heaven already knowing how to do jumps and spins. I’d have to learn things in Heaven just like I do on Earth. The difference is that Heaven has different “natural laws”, which means that our bodies are different, especially the bones.
“The bones?”
“Yes. Your bones in Heaven will be more like birds’ bones – hollow and light. Only unlike earthly birds’ bones, your heavenly bones will be unbreakable.” He went on to explain further that the birdlike lightness of my heavenly bones, combined with my heavenly body’s zero fat and infinitely flexible joints and strong muscles, will enable me to propel myself high up into the air, completing a dozen revolutions or more and covering a vast distance. It will almost be like flying.
“Good bones”, God repeated. “It’ll be in your good bones. You’ll see.”
Meanwhile, back on Earth, scientists report that
[a]n ideal quadruple jump spans around 0.6 seconds, wherein the skaters have to first take off, then spin four and a half times…. Studies estimate that for an ideal quintuple jump, the athlete has to have a jump duration of around 0.8 seconds…. This requires humongous heights and distances which can only be achieved by ‘pencil’ thin bodies and about 90% rotation efficiency, meaning that only 10% of the total airtime should be used for take-off and landing while also starting off with greater forces to increase angular momentum.3
And yet according to God, our jumping ability is not just in the “speed and amplitude”1 or in having a “pencil-thin” body or maxed-out angular momentum3 – it’s in the lightness of the bones. Our human bones are heavy and solid and also depend on fragile ligaments and joints that are prone to stiffness. None of these issues will be a factor in Heaven. If scientists can figure out a way to hollow out skaters’ bones (and do away with ligaments and joints), they might just make it past the current quadruple human limit.
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to test-run my new body on my local skating surface in Heaven. It’ll be one of the first things I do when (and if) I get Home.
So move over, Ilia (and Marlon)! There’s gonna be a new contender in town….
1 Led by Fairfax’s Ilia Malinin, figure skaters push limits of human performance | FFXnow
2 I Coulda Been a Contender – On the Waterfront (6/8) Movie CLIP (1954) HD
THE ANSWER TO MY PRAYER
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, February 14, 2026 – Because I came to belief as an adult rather than as a child, my faith evolved differently than most believers. Still, even as an adult, I was as docile as a child when I first believed. Having been infant-baptized into the Roman Catholic church and so believing that’s where I belonged, I started attending Catholic masses shortly after I was reborn. Sometimes I’d go twice a day (noon and five p.m.) and on Sundays I’d go three times. I couldn’t get enough of God, who (as I was told by the priests) lived in a box at the side of the altar. I’d always sit in the front pew so I could get as close to him as possible.
As I matured in my faith, I started having doubts about what the priests were telling me. I started not being able to say some of the responses during mass because I knew they were wrong. I started reading with horror about the various Inquisitions and other crimes, past and present, of the papacy. I also (and this for me was by far the worst) started to feel a distance developing between me and God. The joy that had been my constant companion in the early days and months of my rebirth began to retreat. In its place was a sense of duty (attending mass, praying the rosary, following all prayer and fasting directives issued by the pope, decorating my place with crucifixes, pictures of saints, prayer candles, etc.) that seemed to be taking me farther and farther away from God.
Three-and-a-half years into my rebirth, I was heavily involved in Catholicism. Along with attending mass daily, I sat on several committees, was appointed lector, taught a Bible class, and was even entrusted with a key to the church building, I was there so often. I also rented the church basement for my employment-related events. My life revolved around “the church”, so what happened on January 12th that year upended everything.
It was a Sunday. I was sitting in my pew after the service, reveling in my usual post-mass bliss and enjoying the smell of the just-extinguished altar candles. I loved that smell because it reminded me of birthday candles (and so birthday cake!). Other than for a few people milling around some statues of saints, lighting candles and bowing down in prayer before them, I was alone in the church’s main room. As I sat there in a haze of spiritual warm ‘n’ fuzzies, God suddenly opened my eyes. I say “opened my eyes”, but it was more like something fell from my eyes and I could see what I hadn’t seen before. And what I saw horrified me.
I was in a pagan temple. I wasn’t in a God-worshiping church, I was in a pagan temple, and the people bowing down before the statues were bowing down before effigies of demons. Even worse was the abomination of the mangled corpse that hung, larger than life, over the altar. It was a reenactment of Jesus on the cross that was supposed to represent God’s great love for us, but all I could see (and all I still see, whenever I see a crucifix) was Jesus’ tormented and humiliated body. This is not how God shows us his love.
While I sat there in shock at what was being revealed to me, the priest slipped through one of the back doors behind the altar, smiled at me, and asked me if I’d be attending the Christmas party in the church basement at noon. I managed to squeak out a “we’ll see”, to which he nodded and disappeared back through the door. Then the deacon bustled up the aisle behind me to prepare the altar for the next mass. Seeing me sitting there, he also asked me if I was attending the party, to which I managed another weak “we’ll see”. He murmured a few more pleasantries while performing his housekeeping duties and then disappeared through the same back door as the priest.
I took this as my cue to leave.
Carefully, deliberately, I stood up and put on my shoes. For three and half years, I’d removed my shoes whenever I passed the threshold of the church, believing the place to be holy ground. For me to put on my shoes while I was still at the church pew was an act of revolution. Likely no-one else noticed me putting on my shoes at the pew, but I did and God did. And then, firmly shod, I made my way to the back of the church, out the doors, and onto the street, never to return.
In showing me the truth about the church building I’d just exited, God didn’t say to leave it. He gave me no directive or command in that regard: He simply revealed to me what manner of place I was in and then left it up to me to decide what to do. But having seen what I just saw, there was no way I could stay there. And not being able to stay there (or in other places like it), I could no longer be a Catholic.
When I got back to my apartment, I immediately tore down all the crucifixes and pictures of saints adorning my walls and threw them into a box. Into a second box went my rosary beads, chaplets, prayer cards, and every other piece of Catholic paraphernalia I’d collected (at great expense) over the years, including my Catholic Bible, hymn books, and catechism. I then closed the two boxes and shoved them under a table out of sight.
I half expected to be struck by lightning through my skylight while I was doing this, but nothing happened other than that the room appeared much brighter and cleaner after the purge. Then I sat down at my kitchen table and opened a second-hand Bible I’d bought on impulse a few years earlier but hadn’t used (because it wasn’t Catholic) and started reading the Old Testament for the first time in my life. I’d been reading the New Testament every day since my rebirth, but I hadn’t yet touched the Old Testament. I’d been relying instead on the carefully selected and sanitized OT snippets that were doled out during mass. But in reading the older books for myself, I soon realized why those snippets had been so carefully selected.
The OT clearly showed that Catholicism is not Christianity. Many of the rites and rituals taught to Catholics are expressly forbidden and even outright condemned in the Old Testament. Tellingly, those verses are never included in the OT morsels spoon-fed to us during mass.
From that day forward, I removed myself entirely from the church and all its activities without telling anyone there why. God had me remain silent, as I wasn’t yet strong enough to combat their arguments. I let them draw their own conclusions as to why I’d left. Occasionally, I’d pass a congregant on the street, but they’d avert their eyes and ignore my greeting. The priest stopped me once and asked me “Charlotte, what happened?…”, but I could only mumble some vague excuse that I no longer recall and that didn’t resolve the confusion in his eyes.
The priest was a kindly man. He’d consistently supported me in everything I did at the church, appointing me as lector at noon mass and even agreeing to let me teach a Bible study, which at that time was unheard of in a Catholic church. He knew my conversion was real and that I was different from most if not all the other congregants. I could see the hurt in his eyes that day on the street, hurt and concern underlying his confusion, but God had me remain silent beyond my mumbled excuse. It wasn’t my time to explain.
The revelation God showed me on January 12th that year was an answer to a prayer I’d prayed on my face in tears on a milestone birthday nine days earlier. In that prayer, I’d begged God to take out of my life everything that was keeping me from doing his holy will, to take me back spiritually to how I was when I was first reborn. My prayer was awkward and stilted (I was repeating a phrase I’d heard from a televangelist), but my tears were real and my agony was real and my desire to reconnect with God—to be close with him again like we were at the beginning—was a cry from the heart, pure, raw, and unfeigned.
And God heard my prayer.
And he answered it.
In his time and in his way, he answered it, showing me that what was keeping me from doing his will was Catholicism and all its trappings. He didn’t tell me to leave Catholicism; he showed me what it was – first, by revealing the true nature of the place I’d been worshiping in, and second by revealing to me in scripture how Catholicism violated his commands and how I’d been replacing him with Catholicism, faith with religion. What I chose to do with that knowledge was up to me.
I know I made the right choice in walking away from the Catholic organization. Although my life was temporarily upended and I became an outcast in that community, the reward was a closer relationship with God. My prayer was answered in the best possible way. I’ve never once regretted leaving Catholicism and I have no plans to return. But in rejecting the church, I didn’t reject the people I’d met there; most of them were kind-hearted and well-meaning, just spiritually confused. It wasn’t Catholics I was rejecting, it was Catholic doctrines, Catholic creeds, Catholic paraphernalia, and the whole rotting edifice of the papacy. It’s all spiritual garbage, but it does have a worldly purpose, and so I let it be. Catholicism is not my concern.
I’m glad I experienced the worldly church firsthand, but I’m also glad it was “one and done”. I might have been infant-baptized into Roman Catholicism, but I was reborn into God’s Kingdom. I know now, as a mature bornagain believer, that my worship center is the Kingdom established by Jesus, and my fellow worshipers are bornagain believers. This is my Church. These are my people. This is where I belong. No buildings. No creeds. No recitations. No props. Faith, not religion. Just us living in constant spiritual communion with each other and with God and Jesus, through God’s Holy Spirit.
This is all I want and this is all I need until I get Home.
THE CHURCH INDESTRUCTIBLE
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, February 9, 2026 – Jesus never intended for us to gather in a building to pray and worship. In fact, shortly before his crucifixion, Jesus said that going to the temple in Jerusalem and doing the things that were done there (rituals, rites, sacrifices, etc.) would soon no longer be required, that the temple of stone would be replaced with the temple of his risen body. By “temple”, he meant the Church. As born-agains, we know that the Church is the collective of Holy Spirit-filled believers that exist on Earth at any given time. Even without a building (and especially without a building), the Church will exist until Jesus comes back to take the last of his followers Home.
Paul also, in laying the foundation for the worldly church, never designated certain buildings as prayer and worship sites. When he talked about the church in this or that city or town, he meant people who identified as believers (some were born-again believers, some weren’t) who lived there. He was not referring to a building or (God forbid) a denomination. To Paul, the church was made up of those who believed that Jesus was the prophesied Messiah. Rebirth wasn’t a prerequisite in Paul’s worldly church as it was in Jesus’ Church. If you’re genuinely born-again, you know what I mean.
Then somewhere along the way, the building itself started to be called “the church”, and people rallied around the building instead of rallying around God and Jesus. So when the building a.k.a. church was emptied or demolished, the impression was that the body of believers had likewise shrivelled and died. This is the devil’s doing, to inspire a building to be called a church rather than the body of believers to be called the Church, as Jesus intended. This is the devil’s doing, and he’s been very successful at dividing the falling house of nominal believers through creeds, denominations, and deconsecrated structures.
The demolishing of buildings designated as churches, or their revamping into condos, mosques, or other worldly or spiritual uses, is mainly for optics, like a notch in the devil’s belt or a feather in his cap. Yes, the worldly church, built as it is on the shaky ground of self-identifying belief rather than God-inspired belief, is ultimately destined for destruction, but the Church whose cornerstone is Jesus cannot be destroyed. It is by very definition indestructible. Having its presence solely in the spiritual realm, the Church of genuine born-again believers is fully protected by God through his Holy Spirit and will persist until Jesus comes back in glory to take his remnant Home.
We, the Church built on Jesus, are not called to worship and “fellowship” in a building that is little more than a social club but to reach out to one another constantly in prayer, to support one another constantly in prayer, and to love one another constantly in prayer. Jesus said that’s how we’ll be known, by our love for one another – not for our love for the world, but for one another. I pray for you and you pray for me, even if we don’t know each other by name or know that the other exists. We can rest assured that the Church Indestructible does exist (if it didn’t, none of us would be here), and it is for this Church that we’re to send up our most fervent prayers.
Because as long as the Church exists, the world exists; and as long as the world exists, there is still hope for some. But when the last of us leaves – and God’s Holy Spirit leaves with us – hope will be no more.
START NOW
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, February 9, 2026 – It’s a terrible thing to waste the time that God’s allotted you, to do the things he’s told you not to do and not to do those things he’s told you specifically to do. You’ll not be held guiltless at the Judgement for wasting your allotted time and for disobeying God. Maybe you think you’re somehow exempt, but so too did the children of Abraham, who thought that by being children of Abraham they could bypass Judgement, but Jesus told them they were wrong. You, too, are wrong if you think that by virtue of being “saved” you’re home-free, no questions asked. If you were genuinely born-again, you’d know there’s no guaranteed ticket Home. There’s the grace of God that you live by now and the mercy of God at your death. Nowhere in scripture are you guaranteed Paradise.
But still, you do play a role in getting Home, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. God wants to see that you want what he’s offering more than what the devil is offering, and you’ll be tested to that effect. Anyone can say they believe in God or they believe in Jesus or they want to go to Heaven, but it’s in the doing that your heart is revealed. Not in the saying but in the doing, especially your response to God’s correction and to doing what’s right when everyone around you is given the go-ahead to do what’s wrong. In that situation in particular – when the law of the land is contrary to God’s law, or when the will of the majority is set against you – God watches closely to see what you’ll do. This is a big part of how you earn your ticket home: by choosing to do what’s right in God’s eyes even when the world punishes you for it.
You cannot get to Heaven by convincing yourself that you’re going, any more than you can be born-again by convincing yourself that you’re reborn. Jesus says the Spirit goes where it wills; God determines who is reborn, not you or your pastor. God decides who is born-again and God himself performs the rebirth, which is an exorcism of demonic spirits followed by an inrushing of God’s Holy Spirit into the reborn soul. If you were genuinely born-again, you’d know that the Holy Spirit will not dwell in the same soul as demons.
It’s a terrible thing to waste the grace of time that God’s allotted you. Your sole focus should be God. Your sole ambition should be aligning your will with God’s, like Jesus did. If you’re not doing that to the best of your ability, start now.
CAN A CHRISTIAN BE CURSED BY A WITCH?
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, October 4, 2025 – God’s people are frequent targets of witches. Being such a target could be cause for concern, but frankly I don’t think about it much. There’s no point. Because if, as part his justice, God permits a witch’s curse to come at me as a test or a reward, come at me it will. I can’t wave a magic wand and stop God’s justice from playing out. All I can do is face whatever comes at me and follow God’s guidance to get through it. Still, no curse can come at me at all if God doesn’t permit it to come. It can’t just be a witch’s vanity project: The curse needs to be spiritually earned.
When God allowed Satan to curse Job, God already knew the good that would come to Job in the end, knowing that Job would successfully endure the test. The same with Jesus and his tests. The same with all of us who have God’s Holy Spirit in us and love God with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength. Every demon in hell can be sent to rage against us, but those demons can only affect us to the exact measure that accords with God’s justice.
As for people who are not born-again but identify as Christian – they can be severely harmed by witches’ curses. Not having God’s Holy Spirit in them, unregenerate Christians are vulnerable, as demons well know which souls are protected by God’s Spirit and which souls are not. But again, as with people who are born-again, unregenerate Christians can’t be subjected to a witch’s curse willy-nilly: The curse must be warranted under God’s justice, which means it must have been earned, either as a test or a reward.
It’s worth noting that having someone pray over you will not ward off a witch’s curse. Prayer is powerful, but it can’t override a targeted individual’s free will and it can’t override the delivery of a God-sanctioned test or reward under God’s justice. Prayer might make the targeted person more mindful of God, which is a good defense going into the testing period, but it won’t stop the test from happening and it won’t stop a reward from being delivered. You can’t avoid a curse just because you don’t want one. If you have it coming, it will come. See Deuteronomy 28.
If I were an unregenerate Christian and didn’t want to suffer a witch’s curse, I would watch every word that came out of my mouth, I would banish every ungodly thought that came into my mind, I would pray night and day for God’s guidance in everything I did—everything, not just “God things”—and I would surround myself with people who likewise did the same. This is how born-again believers strive to live, and so this is how all Christians should strive to live. This is how you protect yourself from curses and successfully endure tests when they come at you, because come at you they will, if God permits them to come. No Christians, whether born-again or not, are exempt from God’s justice, and witches’ curses constitute one form of its delivery.
I won’t here go into what are essentially demonic protections against other demons, or what are popularly known as counter-spells. These remedies are not the domain of Christians. The Bible tells us not to be curious about any aspect of demonology or witchcraft, and that includes counter-spells and other demonically inspired protections. The only thing I’ll say in this regard is that you can’t outrun God’s justice. You might be able temporarily to side-step what’s coming to you, but you can’t side-step it forever. As Jesus said: “The measure you mete is the measure you get in return.” That truth doesn’t ‘magically’ disappear under the force of counter-spells and other demonic protections. It only delays the delivery of God’s justice; it doesn’t override it.
As Christians, our protector is God. Whether in seeking a haven from demonically inspired individuals who are trying to curse us or in any other circumstance of potential danger, we turn only to God for protection and guidance. We don’t pray to angels and we don’t pray to people, even if those people are considered saints. We pray only to God in Jesus’ name, as Jesus taught us to do. God is our sole source of protection and the only one we need as followers of Jesus.
So yes, while Satan and his demons can inspire witches to initiate curses against Christians, the impact of those spells depends on the targeted individual. Born-again believers are protected right out of the gate by the presence of God’s Holy Spirit in them, but they can still be tested and rewarded, if a test or reward is warranted. Christians who are not born-again are more spiritually vulnerable and therefore greater targets (especially if they’re high-profile Christians). These people can be severely harmed by witches’ curses, but only to the extent that they’ve brought the harm onto themselves. God’s justice isn’t overridden by a witch’s curse; there’s no such thing as a powerful or weak spell: There are only spells that better or worse fit the delivery of God’s justice. If you’ve earned a test, you’ll get it to the exact degree that it’s been earned, just as you’ll get a reward—good or bad—to the exact degree that it’s been earned.
When all is said and done, the best defence against witches’ curses is not counter-spells but to love God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength, and to do his will. God and God alone is your protector. Pray always and only to him, in Jesus’ name.
GOD’S VENGEANCE FOR HIS CHILDREN
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, September 18, 2025 – God has so many wonderful characteristics and descriptors, it’s hard to choose just one as a favorite. In fact, I can’t and I wouldn’t. But high up on my list of favorites is God’s promise to deal with those who hurt his children. When I say “deal with”, I mean God handles the situation to utter perfection, as he does everything. Our vengeance, should we choose to exact it, would be hasty and emotion-driven and all out of proportion to the crime (causing more harm to ourselves), whereas God’s vengeance is precise, perfectly timed, and guaranteed to deliver the promised rewards. Having been both on the receiving end of God’s vengeance (as an atheist) and a witness to God’s vengeance (as a born-again believer), I am in awe at how perfectly God tailors the punishment to fit the crime.
Most criminals don’t believe they’ll be caught. And if they are caught, most will insist on their innocence even when presented with damning evidence. And if despite their pleas of innocence they’re tried in a court of law, most will refer to extenuating circumstances to deflect the blame from themselves. Judicial systems take these circumstances into consideration when rendering a verdict, and so the outcome is far less than perfect and typically far too soft on criminals, leaving the guilty unrepentant and the observers disillusioned by the whole process.
But that’s in a worldly court of law, which is rarely premised on God’s justice. The only time an outcome is perfect in a worldly court of law is when God gets directly involved; and the only time God gets directly involved is when one of his children has been falsely accused. Having witnessed a series of miracles in a courtroom where I was on trial, I know firsthand what I’m talking about. How swiftly and decidedly God acted to protect me was breathtaking. All who were involved in the case exited the courtroom in various degrees of shock. I walked free.
You can’t harm God’s children and not expect to be punished. I guarantee that if you harm God’s children, you’ll be punished, and likely not in the way you expect. This is the beauty of God’s perfect vengeance. If you, for instance, trash-talk and spread lies about a child of God, your reward probably won’t involve being trash-talked and lied about in return, since these harms likely won’t affect you. Your reward will instead be targeted toward something that will affect you—meaning, something that you value—like your finances or your career or your most intimate personal relationships. Whatever God chooses to target will suffer a swift and noticeable decline to the precise measure that God deems appropriate to the crime. You cannot avoid God’s vengeance, whether you believe in it or not. That is 100% guaranteed.
But what about the harm suffered by God’s children prior to God’s vengeance being enacted? How is that compensated? Well, let’s see. After outing himself as the Messiah and being run out of town, Jesus lost Nazareth but gained a whole nation and then a whole world of believers, along with a permanent seat at the right hand of God. Paul lost his head but gained the reward of a prophet, as do all God’s children who are killed for their faith. Although not yet having “resisted unto blood”, I’ve been maligned, trash-talked, lied about, and cheated, had (failed) spells cast on me, and have been shut out of competitions and banned for my words. Yet in every instance, God has compensated me with better options and boosted faith. I have learned not to take matters into my own hands but instead to pray for my persecutors (if God gives me guidance to pray for them) and to let God deal with them in his way and his time, knowing that in the meantime I’ll be comforted and compensated by God himself. Where my persecutors intended harm, they inflicted instead joy, while the suffering they meant for me was returned—with interest—on them.
It’s a beautiful thing to submit to letting God be God. His vengeance is perfect. His rewards are perfect. Everything he does is perfect. You cannot avoid God’s vengeance either when you harm his children or when you commit any other trespass or crime. I say this not as a threat and not even as a warning but as a promise that comes straight from the mouth of God. Oh, what a beautiful thing it is to stand down and let God be God!
VENGEANCE IS MINE, SAITH THE LORD; I WILL REPAY.
JESUS AND THE PROSTITUTES
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, September 18, 2025 – There’s a video clip making the rounds lately featuring a prominent conservative influencer interacting with a group of prostitutes. The influencer doesn’t denounce the prostitutes for their career choice or immorality; instead, he steers the conversation towards career alternatives and discusses the impact that prostitution could have on the women’s current and future relationships. The comments under the video clip unanimously praise the influencer for not “judging” the women and for being “respectful” of them. Some comments even mention how the prostitutes seem to appreciate not being judged.
You know who else would appear non-judgmental and respectful of prostitutes while they unrepentantly brag about plying their trade?
Satan.
Satan would very much let the women wax eloquent over their ungodly behavior (the more ungodly, the better). Satan would also politely listen while the women spiritually hung themselves with their own words. Satan’s specialty is standing by and letting sin run its course, somewhat like what was happening in the video with the prominent conservative influencer.
Jesus, on the other hand, wouldn’t have had such a discussion with “working girls”, mainly because they would have avoided him like the plague. The full measure of God’s Spirit in Jesus would have been way too powerful for the demons in the women to be anywhere near him. As scripture shows, the only prostitutes who approached Jesus were repentant ones, and then only on their knees and in tears (their choice, to be on their knees and in tears). This is the effect that the Holy Spirit has on the repentant.
Jesus didn’t prevent prostitutes from being around him; they just didn’t want to be around him.
We don’t do sinners a favor by being non-judgmental and respectful of their state of sin. We don’t do them a favor by giving them a platform to brag publicly about their ungodly behavior and dig deeper holes for themselves spiritually. What we do when we choose to be “non-judgmental” and “respectful” of sinners bragging about their sin is set them up for ridicule and shaming, while at the same time promoting the viability of their sinful ways to other sinners. We also don’t do ourselves a favor when sin is shoved in our face and we choose to look the other way, not wanting to appear judgmental or disrespectful. It’s not our job, as born-again believers, to look the other way. We’ll be held responsible for looking the other way.
God judges. Judging is the essence of who he is. Likewise, God’s Spirit, when present in believers, judges without saying a word. That’s why prostitutes didn’t want to be around Jesus and why the unrepentant don’t want to be around us: They feel judged even without our having to say a word. In feeling judged, they get defensive and then hostile. I’ve seen it over and over again in my interactions with unbelievers. Jesus says we’ll be hated without cause, and so we are. Simply being silent witnesses to God’s Word is enough to make people hate us.
I’m OK with being hated. I’d rather be hated by those who hate Truth than be appreciated by them for being “non-judgmental” and “respectful”. You don’t open a dialogue with sin; you roundly condemn sin and give it no voice. At the same time, however, you can talk about the weather with the unrepentant. If you own a corner store, you can sell them milk and bread and ice-cream. You can be kind to the unrepentant and dialogue with them, just not with their sin. But, as I mentioned, most sinners won’t want to be around you, anyway, not if you have God’s Spirit in you.
The conservative influencer was doing no-one a favor (least of all himself) by corralling prostitutes into making a public spectacle of themselves. God doesn’t call us to dialogue with sin or to give sin a platform under the guise of being “non-judgmental” and “respectful”. Jesus never did. What God does call us to do is stand in his Truth while being kind to the unrepentant. And if they feel judged by our words or merely by our presence, that’s not a bad thing. Let them feel judged. A pricked conscience is how repentance begins.
When I say unto the wicked, Thou shalt surely die; and thou givest him not warning, nor speakest to warn the wicked from his wicked way, to save his life; the same wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at thine hand.
Yet if thou warn the wicked, and he turn not from his wickedness, nor from his wicked way, he shall die in his iniquity; but thou hast delivered thy soul.
(Ezekiel 3:18-19)
A BORN-AGAIN BELIEVER 